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You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away.
The violin echoes through the forest. A haunting melody, one which can be heard often in these woods. A town used to be here, but it has been forgotten by time, and slowly eaten up by the forest, leaving only fragments of what used to be. A young boy, around the age of twelve, whispers the words as he plays his viloin, standing by an old, worn down, crumbling grave, the only visible marking a faded 'M.' He finishes his song, and falls to his knees, hugging the rock. He sobs silently, gold running down his face. "I'm sorry..."
The other night dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head and cried. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know dear, how much I love you, so please don't take my sunshine away.